See You Smile.
Rachel found herself wandering through the halls of William McKinley High School, she had just finished after her routine after school solo vocal practice, when she heard the harsh sound of a locker being slammed shut, followed by voices.
"Damn it, Quinn! We've been together for six months already! What else do I have to do to get you to –"
"To what, Sam? I don't have to do anything with you. You don't control me!"
"C'mon! I'm not going to get you pregnant, Quinn! Just because that happened the first time doesn't mean it'll happen again! You need to loosen up!"
"Would you just let it go? I'm never going to give it up to you!" Quinn screamed, as she began to storm off in Rachel's direction. But was suddenly grabbed by her wrist and thrown up against the lockers, as Sam pinned her to them.
"Well, lucky for me there's nobody here to stop me from taking what I deserve from you. I promise it'll feel good, Babe. Trust me." Sam hissed, as he began unbuckling his belt and nipped roughly at Quinn's neck.
"Sam! Stop! Get off of me!" Quinn screamed, genuinely terrified. Rachel watched from afar as Sam and Quinn argued and saw the slightest glimmer of fear in Quinn's eyes.
"This wouldn't happen if you just gave it up! Everybody knows how much of a slut you are, Quinn. C'mon. Let me be inside you. It's the least you could do after fucking Puckerman, and having his child." Sam said, as he put more pressure into pinning Quinn's body against the lockers.
Suddenly, Sam found himself face first against the lockers on the opposite side from where Quinn was standing. "Sam, what the fuck is wrong with you? She's said no!" a familiar voice rang out.
Sam turned around and found himself facing Rachel, "Not like it's any of your business Berry, so why don't you just run along and work on your unrealistic broadway dreams and leave us who actually want to get laid the fuck alone!" And gave her a harsh shove against the lockers beside Quinn.
"Let's go." Sam demanded at Quinn, as he turned around and began walking.
"She doesn't have to go anywhere with you, Evans." Rachel hissed, as she pulled Quinn behind her.
"And what are you going to do about it, Berry? I dare you to try something. It's not like she's your girlfriend. Or, is that what you want? You actually think you have a chance with the God-loving, Head cheerleader bitch of the school? Oh, and let's not forget straight." Sam replied with a smirk playing on his face.
"I suggest you leave, Trouty mouth. Before you really get hurt." Another voice echoed from behind Sam. When he turned around, he found himself face to face with the…second toughest girl in the school. Santana Lopez was a girl who wasn't afraid to actually break someone's penis, if they pissed her off enough. Sam turned back to the other two girls and glared at them, "It's over Fabray. You're such a skank. No wonder Puck thought you were so easy. You'd give it up to anybody, even girls. As for you Berry, you better watch your back."
"Or what, Beiber wannabe? You'll attack me with your bottle blonde hair? Or you'll call home to E.T?" Rachel retorted, and laughed when she witnessed his knuckles turn white and walk away.
Rachel turned to Quinn and noticed she was trembling. "Hey, he's gone. He won't bother you anymore." She said gently, as she took Quinn's hands in her own. When she and Quinn made eye contact, Rachel gave her a reassuring smile. Together she and Santana led Quinn out of the school and into Rachel's car.
"I'll see you later San. I just need to take care of her for a bit, then I'll be right over." Rachel replied, as she got into the drivers' seat and buckled her seatbelt.
"Yeah, okay. See you later, Berry." Santana replied as she leaned into the passenger seat window, "Q, you're going to be okay. Rachel's here with you. And, you can always call me if anything, okay?"
Quinn glanced over at Santana and smiled, "Thanks, S."
Santana smiled back, "No problem, Q."
The drive towards Quinn's house was silent, aside from the song playing from Rachel's iPod. Which, she unconsciously began singing along to.
And, everytime that I see you smile,
I'm wishing I didn't feel this way
And everytime that I see you smile,
I pray that someday you will feel the same.
I'll stand in the rain tonight,
As the last train leaves
I'll watch the sky
You know if today's too late
And you're already still
You're okay.
And all this time,
To make this mine
One more time
To see you smile.
Quinn smiled at the sound of Rachel's singing and found herself wishing that she was singing that song to her. But, when the song was done, a something weird occurred to her.
"Since when do you call Santana 'San'?" Quinn asked, as she raised an eyebrow.
Rachel smiled and shrugged, "Since we became friends."
"That's just weird." Quinn laughed, as she faced forward again.
"Agreed. But we also agreed that our friendship was EPIC, because nobody has heard of the toughest girl in the school being friends with the biggest loser." Rachel replied, with amusement.
"Second toughest and not the biggest loser, just the captain of the glee club and future broadway star." Quinn corrected, as she smiled at Rachel.
"Okay, well, you may be right about the broadway part, but Santana's the toughest girl I've ever known. People are actually afraid of her." Rachel laughed.
"Don't you remember when Lauren literally beat S up?" Quinn questioned, amusingly.
Rachel laughed louder, "Oh my gosh. I totally forgot about that!"
By the time they had reached Quinn's house, Rachel had made Quinn laugh so hard that the memory of Sam evaporated from her mind. The only thing that mattered to either of them was the company of each other.
"Do you need a ride tomorrow?" Rachel asked, as Quinn unbuckled her seatbelt.
"If you don't mind," Quinn replied shyly
"Of course I don't. I love spending time with you. Especially now that I know how funny you can be." Rachel replied with a wink. She suppressed a giggle when she saw Quinn blush.
"See you tomorrow then?" Rachel asked, Quinn nodded as she made her way toward her house. Rachel waited until Quinn was safely inside before making her way to Santana's house.